Qin Feng swept his gaze over the crowd, and with that fierce look, everyone instantly shut up.
That look could kill.
The bodyguards behind Brother Liang flexed their muscles, burning with anger at being called dogs by Qin Feng.
Even though what they did was dog work, it still pissed them off to hear it out loud.
A dozen or so guys immediately surrounded Qin Feng, all big and muscular, calluses on their fists—a bunch of seasoned fighters, no doubt.
Brother Liang waved at the crowd, yelling, "Open your eyes wide and watch carefully, folks! Your brother here's gonna stomp this punk so hard, even his mom won't recognize him!"
"Brother Fa, you're a badass!"
"Young Master Liang is a badass!"
"..."
The crowd hyped each other up, bursting into laughter and clapping nonstop.
Lin Xia wasn't worried about Qin Feng at all. She'd seen storms bigger than this—a little trouble like this, Qin Feng would settle in a blink.
